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13 Clear be - fore us through the dark- ness Gleams and burns the guid - ing light;
& g Broth-er clasps the hand of broth-er, Step-ping fear- less through the night. A - men.
1 THRO the night of doubt and sorrow 3 One the strain that lips of thousands Onward goes the pilgrim band,
Lift as from the heart of one; Singing songs of expectation,
One the conflict, one the peril, Marching to the promised land.
One the march in God begun; Clear before us through the darkness One the gladness of rejoicing Gleams and burns the guiding light;
On the far eternal shore,
Where the one almighty Father
Onward with the cross our aid!
Bear its shame and fight its battle, Brightening all the path we tread;
Till we rest beneath its shade! One the object of our journey,
Soon shall come the great awaking, One the faith which never tires,
Soon the rending of the tomb; One the earnest looking forward,
Then the scattering of the shadows, One the hope our God inspires;
And the end of toil and gloom. Bernhardt S. Ingemann, 1825, tr. Sabine Baring-Gould, 1867, 1875
WHEN the day of toil is done,
When the race of life is run, Father, grant Thy wearied one
Rest for evermore.
2 When the strife of sin is stilled,
When the foe within is killed,
Peace for evermore.
3 When the darkness melts away
At the breaking of Thy day,
Light for evermore!
4 When the heart by sorrow tried
Feels at length its throbs subside,
Joy for evermore.
5 When for vanished days we yearn,
Days that never can return,
Love for evermore.
6 When the breath of life is flown,
When the grave must claim its own,
John Ellerton, 1870
When this pass - ing world is done, When has sunk yon
glar - ing sun,
When we stand with Christ in glo - ry, Look- ing o'er life's fin - ished sto - ry,
LEOMINSTER S. M. D.
George W. Martin, 1862; har, by Arthur Sullivan, 1874
1 R ever with the Lord!”
Amen so let it be! Life from the dead is in that word,
"Tis immortality. Here in the body pent,
Absent from Him I roam,
A day's march nearer home. 2 My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul, how near,
Thy golden gates appear!
To reach the land I love,
At noon and midnight hour,
Earth's Babel-tongues o’erpower.
Then, then I feel that He,
Remembered or forgot,
Though I perceive Him not. 4 “For ever with the Lord!”
Father, if 'tis Thy will,
E'en here to me fulfil.
Then can I never fail;
Fight and I must prevail. 5 So when my latest breath
Shall rend the veil in twain,
And life eternal gain.
How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, “For ever with the Lord!”
James Montgomery, 1835